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“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”

— John Green, Looking for Alaska

dreamsofaparadox

“The problem is I’ve never been loved, not loved how I need or want to be loved. I have always been a placeholder, used for whatever reason and I let it happen just so for a moment I can feel close to someone and feel needed. I just want to be enough, I want someone to love me. I want a love in the movies or that you read about in books. I want someone to fight for me and stay. I want to be loved. I have always felt so alone, but been surrounded by others and that’s one thing but I’ve never ever truly been actually alone. So just please, let me lay here and feel a little less alone. Just let me hold you.”

11/5/22 23:11

starlightacademia

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

sproutlett

i am a different person than who i was last year. my hair is longer and i cry less and i am stronger. i am a different person than who i was six months ago. i am free and different and am embracing change. i am a different person than who i was a month ago. i sit in the sunlight without worry and i don’t let things stick and i look up and smile. i am a different person than who i was last week. i explore more and look at the sky and laugh more. i am a different person than who i was yesterday. i let go and breathe. i am whole.

aishasarchive

ive spent some time in my life convincing,

convincing my mother that she will be okay,

even when her cries of depression are holding her down.

a simple break of a lampshade

could send her over the edge,

unable to leave the sofa for days.

my body is covered in bruises

the weight of her unhappiness

lies heavy on me.

life is expensive,

i try to tell her

but her tears hold her hostage.

so i buy a new lampshade

a brighter one this time.

in hopes it can light something inside of her.

WORD PROMPT: expensive, lampshade, bruise, convincing.

paincorner

I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

allsadnshit

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

elirluna

marcel the shell with shoes on (2021)

starlightacademia

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”